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Five
years ago, I was carrying my groceries to the car in the parking lot when
I crashed into another woman loaded down with the same. We both started
to apologize, then shrieked with delight and embraced.
Connie
had been my best friend. We grew up together and had known each other
for nearly twenty years, even though we'd sort of lost touch a couple
of years back. We went to high school together and even lost our cherries
to the same guy! Boy, those were the days.
She
and her husband had moved just a few blocks from where my husband, Eddie,
and I lived, so I followed her back to their place. She got out a bottle
of Harvey's Bristol Cream to celebrate, and soon we were sitting on the
settee, drinking and giggling, carrying on just like it used to be.
Suddenly,
Connie leaned forward and asked, "Is Eddie any good, you know, in bed?
I mean, do you have an orgasm when you fuck?"
It
wasn't like Connie to be so bold, but I answered her anyway. "Sure," I
said, "most times. How about you and Frank?"
"Oh,"
gushed Connie, "Frank is a sex maniac and wants it all the time." She
giggled. "Do you want to know what he does?"
"Sure."
"He
does this," she continued and put her hand to my lap, pressing into my
pubes. I felt her finger rubbling my slit through my skirt and both of
us burst out laughing. She continued her demonstration of Frank's tactics
by squeezing my now swelling pussy lips.
I
didn't protest and asked, "Does it always feel this good when he does
it to you?"
"Oh,
yes," she responded, "He always does it to me in public knowing quite
well the kick I get out of it."
"It
sure feels nice when you do it to me."
"Does
it?" she asked, her hand under my skirt now and creeping up my thighs
reaching for my panties.
I
felt tremors rolling up from my pussy, "What are you doing?" I asked huskily.
"Do
you mind?"
I
opened my legs wider in response and felt her finger creep under the elastic
band on my panties. She probed about carefully at first, getting the lay
of my moist cunt, and then she stuffed her fingers deep in my wet hole.
She
kept fingering me until our lips met across one another's and we fell
into a hot embrace on the couch. I never felt so inflamed and hot before
and suddenly I wanted to eat her!
Pushing
her back and pulling her legs wide apart, I began to feed hungrily at
her pink gash. I'd never eaten pussy before, but I loved it, especially
the way her excitement drooled out to cover my nose. Her clit was marvelously
meaty and I chewed it gently between my teeth all the while fingering
her juicing hole.
Connie
arched to allow me better access to her throbbing cunt and I lunged into
it licking, chewing and sucking like I'd never be satisfied. I didn't
know it could be this pleasurable, the taste and feel of another woman's
body, so I sucked her harder and harder, finally bringing that pussy off
to a creamy climax.
In
the hours that followed, Connie made love to me and showed me another
whole side of my sexual self. No longer would I be strictly a mans woman,
I remember thinking to myself, and that's how it is to this day.
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